[{"id":9745669,"name":"No Face","trackName":"No Face","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"No Face","duration":275.75,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nStarted in the kitchen\nWatchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\nEatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\nThey asked me where I get my soul from\nLet's go, yeah\nJackson Five shit\nThis is it (yeah)\nYo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\nAyo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\nI'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\nAfrican gold dentals, iced out medals\nI seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\nI blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\nI had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\nPay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\nI threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\nIt's a world premiere, 'mere\nI limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\nHoldin' bricks, where, where?\nMy man got 85 to life and that's years, years\nSame day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nMe and Ghost in a ski mask\nI was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\nAnd nobody was askin' her\nPussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\nWelfare, got all the bread\nI'm sad, I need some head\nI might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\nI tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\nShe had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\nShe was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\nI was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\nGot that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\nShe got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\nI take it too far, I take it way-way-way\nI pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\nI'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\nJackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\nRun up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\nI'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\nVVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\nMy birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\nMy flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\nIt's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\nWe shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\nRan up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\nPop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\nOur language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nYeah (n-n-no face)\nI'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\nBronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\nQueens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\nGivin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\nWe be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\nWritin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\nCornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\nThose were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\nWu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n(No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\nCall me or somethin', nigga, one\nWish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\nHe woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\nR.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\nFuck outta here","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.36] Yeah\n[00:03.11] Started in the kitchen\n[00:05.95] Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n[00:10.45] Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n[00:14.33] They asked me where I get my soul from\n[00:17.28] Let's go, yeah\n[00:22.24] Jackson Five shit\n[00:25.09] This is it (yeah)\n[00:25.72] Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n[00:28.54] Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n[00:32.08] I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n[00:35.05] African gold dentals, iced out medals\n[00:37.33] I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n[00:40.24] I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n[00:43.18] I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n[00:45.95] Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n[00:49.05] I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n[00:52.17] It's a world premiere, 'mere\n[00:53.52] I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n[00:56.71] Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n[00:58.01] My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n[01:01.14] Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n[01:04.16] Over large cake\n[01:06.02] You know it's on, checkmate\n[01:09.02] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[01:11.93] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[01:15.22] Just a kid with a no face\n[01:17.37] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[01:20.52] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[01:23.63] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[01:27.13] Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n[01:29.88] I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n[01:33.25] And nobody was askin' her\n[01:34.79] Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n[01:39.34] Welfare, got all the bread\n[01:42.19] I'm sad, I need some head\n[01:45.07] I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n[01:48.28] 'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n[01:50.88] I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n[01:53.70] She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n[01:56.73] She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n[01:59.57] I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n[02:02.46] Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n[02:05.36] She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n[02:08.21] I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n[02:11.15] I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n[02:14.32] Over large cake\n[02:15.87] You know it's on, checkmate\n[02:18.71] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[02:21.85] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[02:25.28] Just a kid with a no face\n[02:27.33] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[02:30.19] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[02:33.46] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n[02:36.86] I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n[02:40.01] Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n[02:42.98] Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n[02:45.67] I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n[02:48.59] VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n[02:51.31] My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n[02:54.20] My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n[02:57.02] It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n[03:00.09] We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n[03:03.86] Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n[03:06.12] Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n[03:09.03] Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n[03:12.75] Over large cake\n[03:14.30] You know it's on, checkmate\n[03:17.31] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[03:20.24] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[03:23.40] Just a kid with a no face\n[03:25.94] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[03:28.72] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[03:31.77] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[03:35.91] Yeah (n-n-no face)\n[03:37.33] I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n[03:40.92] Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n[03:43.23] Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n[03:47.01] Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n[03:51.14] We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n[03:54.88] Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n[04:00.10] Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n[04:02.38] 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n[04:07.78] Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:11.55] Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:17.24] (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n[04:20.29] Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n[04:23.94] Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n[04:26.11] He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n[04:28.89] R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n[04:33.55] Fuck outta here\n[04:35.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Face\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: No Face\n  duration_ms: 275750\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 1360\n  end_ms: 3110\n- text: Started in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 3110\n  end_ms: 5950\n- text: Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  start_ms: 5950\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 14330\n- text: They asked me where I get my soul from\n  start_ms: 14330\n  end_ms: 17280\n- text: Let's go, yeah\n  start_ms: 17280\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Jackson Five shit\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: This is it (yeah)\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 25720\n- text: Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n  start_ms: 25720\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm 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Dirty was here (no face)\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 266110\n- text: He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  start_ms: 266110\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 273550\n- text: Fuck outta here\n  start_ms: 273550\n  end_ms: 275020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275020\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Started in the kitchen\n  Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  They asked me where I get my soul from\n  Let's go, yeah\n  Jackson Five shit\n  This is it (yeah)\n  Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\n  Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\n  It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n  Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n  I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n  And nobody was askin' her\n  Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n  Welfare, got all the bread\n  I'm sad, I need some head\n  I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n  'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\n  I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n  She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n  She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n  I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n  Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n  She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n  I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n  I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\n  I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n  Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n  Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n  I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\n  VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n  My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n  My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n  It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\n  We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n  Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n  Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n  Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Yeah (n-n-no face)\n  I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n  Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n  Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n  Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n  We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n  Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\n  Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n  40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n  Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n  Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n  Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n  He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  Fuck outta here\n"},{"id":38125892,"name":"No Face","trackName":"No Face","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"No Face - Single","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nStarted in the kitchen\nWatchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\nEatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\nThey asked me where I get my soul from\nLet's go, yeah\nJackson 5 shit\nThis is it (yeah)\nYo, uh-huh, right, yeah\nAyo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\nI'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\nAfrican gold dentals, iced out medals\nI seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\nI blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\nI had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\nPay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\nI threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\nIt's a world premiere, 'mere\nI limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to 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that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\nI take it too far, I take it way-way-way\nI pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\nI'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\nJackson 5 before Motowns, I get better with time\nRun up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\nI'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine and Jack\nVVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\nMy birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\nMy flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\nIt's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\nWe shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\nRan up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\nPop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\nOur language, too much money, we can't explain it\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\nYeah\nI'd like to thank all the MC's across New York\nBronx, Brooklyn, Harlem\nQueens, Long Island\nGivin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island\nWe be wildin', nigga, that's right\nWritin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on\nCornered back in the days, you heard\nForty ounce kingpins, nigga, word\nThose were the days and shit, gettin' that money\nWu-Tang for life, yacht city\nHolla at me\nCall me or somethin', nigga (one)\nWish Ol' Dirty was here\nHe woulda murdered this shit\nR.I.P.\nFuck outta here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Face\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: No Face - Single\n  duration_ms: 275750\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Started in the kitchen\n  Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  They asked me where I get my soul from\n  Let's go, yeah\n  Jackson 5 shit\n  This is it (yeah)\n  Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n  Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n  It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  My man got eighty-five to life and that's years, years\n  Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n  Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n  I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n  And nobody was askin' her\n  Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n  Welfare, got all the bread\n  I'm sad, I need some head\n  I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n  'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n  I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n  She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n  She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n  I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n  Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n  She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n  I 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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\nFuck outta here","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.36] Yeah\n[00:03.11] Started in the kitchen\n[00:05.95] Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n[00:10.45] Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n[00:14.33] They asked me where I get my soul from\n[00:17.28] Let's go, yeah\n[00:22.24] Jackson Five shit\n[00:25.09] This is it (yeah)\n[00:25.72] Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n[00:28.54] Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n[00:32.08] I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n[00:35.05] African gold dentals, iced out medals\n[00:37.33] I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n[00:40.24] I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n[00:43.18] I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n[00:45.95] Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n[00:49.05] I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n[00:52.17] It's a world premiere, 'mere\n[00:53.52] I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n[00:56.71] Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n[00:58.01] My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n[01:01.14] Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n[01:04.16] Over large cake\n[01:06.02] You know it's on, checkmate\n[01:09.02] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[01:11.93] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[01:15.22] Just a kid with a no face\n[01:17.37] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[01:20.52] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[01:23.63] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[01:27.13] Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n[01:29.88] I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n[01:33.25] And nobody was askin' her\n[01:34.79] Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n[01:39.34] Welfare, got all the bread\n[01:42.19] I'm sad, I need some head\n[01:45.07] I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n[01:48.28] 'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n[01:50.88] I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n[01:53.70] She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n[01:56.73] She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n[01:59.57] I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n[02:02.46] Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n[02:05.36] She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n[02:08.21] I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n[02:11.15] I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n[02:14.32] Over large cake\n[02:15.87] You know it's on, checkmate\n[02:18.71] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[02:21.85] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[02:25.28] Just a kid with a no face\n[02:27.33] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[02:30.19] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[02:33.46] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n[02:36.86] I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n[02:40.01] Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n[02:42.98] Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n[02:45.67] I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n[02:48.59] VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n[02:51.31] My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n[02:54.20] My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n[02:57.02] It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n[03:00.09] We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n[03:03.86] Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n[03:06.12] Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n[03:09.03] Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n[03:12.75] Over large cake\n[03:14.30] You know it's on, checkmate\n[03:17.31] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[03:20.24] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[03:23.40] Just a kid with a no face\n[03:25.94] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[03:28.72] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[03:31.77] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[03:35.91] Yeah (n-n-no face)\n[03:37.33] I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n[03:40.92] Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n[03:43.23] Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n[03:47.01] Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n[03:51.14] We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n[03:54.88] Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n[04:00.10] Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n[04:02.38] 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n[04:07.78] Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:11.55] Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:17.24] (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n[04:20.29] Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n[04:23.94] Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n[04:26.11] He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n[04:28.89] R.I.P. 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Dirty was here (no face)\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 266110\n- text: He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  start_ms: 266110\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: R.I.P. 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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  Fuck outta here\n"},{"id":9843010,"name":"No Face","trackName":"No Face","artistName":"Kanye West, Ghostface Killah","albumName":"No Face","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nStarted in the kitchen\nWatchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\nEatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\nThey asked me where I get my soul from\nLet's go, yeah\nJackson Five shit\nThis is it (yeah)\nYo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\nAyo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\nI'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\nAfrican gold dentals, iced out medals\nI seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\nI blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\nI had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\nPay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\nI threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\nIt's a world premiere, 'mere\nI limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\nHoldin' bricks, where, where?\nMy man got 85 to life and that's years, years\nSame day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nMe and Ghost in a ski mask\nI was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\nAnd nobody was askin' her\nPussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\nWelfare, got all the bread\nI'm sad, I need some head\nI might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\nI tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\nShe had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\nShe was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\nI was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\nGot that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\nShe got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\nI take it too far, I take it way-way-way\nI pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\nI'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\nJackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\nRun up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\nI'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\nVVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\nMy birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\nMy flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\nIt's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\nWe shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\nRan up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\nPop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\nOur language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nYeah (n-n-no face)\nI'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\nBronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\nQueens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\nGivin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\nWe be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\nWritin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\nCornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\nThose were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\nWu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n(No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\nCall me or somethin', nigga, one\nWish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\nHe woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\nR.I.P. 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May-bay-bay\nShe got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\nI take it too far, I take it way-way-way\nI pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\nI'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\nJackson 5 before Motowns, I get better with time\nRun up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\nI'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine and Jack\nVVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\nMy birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\nMy flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\nIt's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\nWe shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\nRan up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\nPop like bitches with fake asses 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Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n[00:10.43] Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n[00:14.32] They asked me where I get my soul from\n[00:17.24] Let's go, yeah\n[00:22.20] Jackson Five shit\n[00:25.08] This is it (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n[00:28.52] Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n[00:32.03] I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n[00:35.02] African gold dentals, iced out medals\n[00:37.31] I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n[00:40.29] I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n[00:43.11] I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n[00:45.93] Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n[00:49.07] I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n[00:52.15] It's a world premiere, 'mere\n[00:53.52] I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n[00:56.72] Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n[00:58.08] My man got 85 to life and 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Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n[03:43.29] Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n[03:47.09] Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n[03:51.19] We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n[03:54.86] Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n[04:00.16] Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n[04:02.33] 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n[04:07.74] Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:11.54] Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:17.22] (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n[04:20.27] Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n[04:23.98] Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n[04:26.20] He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n[04:28.85] R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n[04:31.41] \n[04:33.50] Fuck outta here\n[04:33.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Face\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Set The Tone (Guns & Roses)\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 1350\n  end_ms: 3140\n- text: Started in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 3140\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 14320\n- text: They asked me where I get my soul from\n  start_ms: 14320\n  end_ms: 17240\n- text: Let's go, yeah\n  start_ms: 17240\n  end_ms: 22200\n- text: Jackson Five shit\n  start_ms: 22200\n  end_ms: 25080\n- text: This is it (yeah)\n  start_ms: 25080\n  end_ms: 25770\n- text: Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n  start_ms: 25770\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 32030\n- text: I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  start_ms: 32030\n  end_ms: 35020\n- text: African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  start_ms: 35020\n  end_ms: 37310\n- text: I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  start_ms: 37310\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 43110\n- text: I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  start_ms: 43110\n  end_ms: 45930\n- text: Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  start_ms: 45930\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 52150\n- text: It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  start_ms: 52150\n  end_ms: 53520\n- text: I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  start_ms: 53520\n  end_ms: 56720\n- text: Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  start_ms: 56720\n  end_ms: 58080\n- text: My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n  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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 268850\n  end_ms: 271410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 271410\n  end_ms: 273500\n- text: Fuck outta here\n  start_ms: 273500\n  end_ms: 273780\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Started in the kitchen\n  Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  They asked me where I get my soul from\n  Let's go, yeah\n  Jackson 5 shit\n  This is it (yeah)\n  Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n  Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n  It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  My man got eighty-five to life and that's years, years\n  Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n  Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n  I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n  And nobody was askin' her\n  Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n  Welfare, got all the bread\n  I'm sad, I need some head\n  I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n  'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n  I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n  She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n  She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n  I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n  Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n  She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n  I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n  I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n  I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n  Jackson 5 before Motowns, I get better with time\n  Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n  I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine and Jack\n  VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n  My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n  My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n  It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n  We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n  Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n  Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n  Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n  Yeah\n  I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York\n  Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem\n  Queens, Long Island\n  Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island\n  We be wildin', nigga, that's right\n  Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on\n  Cornered back in the days, you heard\n  Forty ounce kingpins, nigga, word\n  Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money\n  Wu-Tang for life, yacht city\n  Holla at me\n  Call me or somethin', nigga (one)\n  Wish Ol' Dirty was here\n  He woulda murdered this shit\n  R.I.P.\n  Fuck outta here\n"},{"id":35023413,"name":"No Face","trackName":"No Face","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Document","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nStarted in the kitchen\nWatchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\nEatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\nThey asked me where I get my soul from\nLet's go, yeah\nJackson Five shit\nThis is it (yeah)\nYo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\nAyo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\nI'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\nAfrican gold dentals, iced out medals\nI seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\nI blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\nI had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\nPay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\nI threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\nIt's a world premiere, 'mere\nI limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\nHoldin' bricks, where, where?\nMy man got 85 to life and that's years, years\nSame day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nMe and Ghost in a ski mask\nI was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\nAnd nobody was askin' her\nPussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\nWelfare, got all the bread\nI'm sad, I need some head\nI might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\nI tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\nShe had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\nShe was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\nI was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\nGot that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\nShe got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\nI take it too far, I take it way-way-way\nI pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\nI'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\nJackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\nRun up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\nI'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\nVVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\nMy birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\nMy flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\nIt's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\nWe shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\nRan up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\nPop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\nOur language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nYeah (n-n-no face)\nI'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\nBronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\nQueens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\nGivin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\nWe be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\nWritin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\nCornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\nThose were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\nWu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n(No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\nCall me or somethin', nigga, one\nWish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\nHe woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\nR.I.P. 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Dirty was here (no face)\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 266110\n- text: He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  start_ms: 266110\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: R.I.P. 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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n[04:33.55] Fuck outta here\n[04:35.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Face\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 1360\n  end_ms: 3110\n- text: Started in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 3110\n  end_ms: 5950\n- text: Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  start_ms: 5950\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 14330\n- text: They asked me where I get my soul from\n  start_ms: 14330\n  end_ms: 17280\n- text: Let's go, yeah\n  start_ms: 17280\n  end_ms: 22240\n- text: Jackson Five shit\n  start_ms: 22240\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: This is it (yeah)\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 25720\n- text: Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n  start_ms: 25720\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 32080\n- text: I'm 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start_ms: 160010\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n  start_ms: 162980\n  end_ms: 165670\n- text: I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n  start_ms: 165670\n  end_ms: 168590\n- text: VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n  start_ms: 168590\n  end_ms: 171310\n- text: My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n  start_ms: 171310\n  end_ms: 174200\n- text: My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n  start_ms: 174200\n  end_ms: 177020\n- text: It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n  start_ms: 177020\n  end_ms: 180090\n- text: We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n  start_ms: 180090\n  end_ms: 183860\n- text: Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n  start_ms: 183860\n  end_ms: 186120\n- text: Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n  start_ms: 186120\n  end_ms: 189030\n- text: Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n  start_ms: 189030\n  end_ms: 192750\n- text: Over large cake\n  start_ms: 192750\n  end_ms: 194300\n- text: You know it's on, checkmate\n  start_ms: 194300\n  end_ms: 197310\n- text: You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  start_ms: 197310\n  end_ms: 200240\n- text: Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  start_ms: 200240\n  end_ms: 203400\n- text: Just a kid with a no face\n  start_ms: 203400\n  end_ms: 205940\n- text: That can take form just like a snowflake\n  start_ms: 205940\n  end_ms: 208720\n- text: No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  start_ms: 208720\n  end_ms: 211770\n- text: Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n  start_ms: 211770\n  end_ms: 215910\n- text: Yeah (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 215910\n  end_ms: 217330\n- text: I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n  start_ms: 217330\n  end_ms: 220920\n- text: Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 220920\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 227010\n- text: Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 227010\n  end_ms: 231140\n- text: We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 231140\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 240100\n- text: Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n  start_ms: 240100\n  end_ms: 242380\n- text: 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n  start_ms: 242380\n  end_ms: 247780\n- text: Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  start_ms: 247780\n  end_ms: 251550\n- text: Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  start_ms: 251550\n  end_ms: 257240\n- text: (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n  start_ms: 257240\n  end_ms: 260290\n- text: Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n  start_ms: 260290\n  end_ms: 263940\n- text: Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 266110\n- text: He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  start_ms: 266110\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 273550\n- text: Fuck outta here\n  start_ms: 273550\n  end_ms: 275020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275020\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Started in the kitchen\n  Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  They asked me where I get my soul from\n  Let's go, yeah\n  Jackson Five shit\n  This is it (yeah)\n  Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\n  Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\n  It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n  Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n  I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n  And nobody was askin' her\n  Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n  Welfare, got all the bread\n  I'm sad, I need some head\n  I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n  'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\n  I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n  She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n  She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n  I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n  Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n  She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n  I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n  I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\n  I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n  Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n  Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n  I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\n  VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n  My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n  My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n  It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\n  We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n  Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n  Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n  Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Yeah (n-n-no face)\n  I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n  Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n  Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n  Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n  We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n  Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\n  Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n  40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n  Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n  Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n  Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n  He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  Fuck outta here\n"},{"id":35023415,"name":"No Face","trackName":"No Face","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Document","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nStarted in the kitchen\nWatchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\nEatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\nThey asked me where I get my soul from\nLet's go, yeah\nJackson Five shit\nThis is it (yeah)\nYo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\nAyo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\nI'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\nAfrican gold dentals, iced out medals\nI seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\nI blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\nI had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\nPay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\nI threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\nIt's a world premiere, 'mere\nI limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\nHoldin' bricks, where, where?\nMy man got 85 to life and that's years, years\nSame day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nMe and Ghost in a ski mask\nI was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\nAnd nobody was askin' her\nPussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\nWelfare, got all the bread\nI'm sad, I need some head\nI might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\nI tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\nShe had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\nShe was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\nI was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\nGot that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\nShe got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\nI take it too far, I take it way-way-way\nI pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\nI'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\nJackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\nRun up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\nI'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\nVVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\nMy birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\nMy flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\nIt's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\nWe shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\nRan up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\nPop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\nOur language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\nOver large cake\nYou know it's on, checkmate\nYou can get spun, just like a mixtape\nPlus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\nJust a kid with a no face\nThat can take form just like a snowflake\nNo reusable hammers, they all throwaways\nYeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\nYeah (n-n-no face)\nI'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\nBronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\nQueens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\nGivin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\nWe be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\nWritin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\nCornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\nThose were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\nWu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n(No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\nCall me or somethin', nigga, one\nWish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\nHe woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\nR.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\nFuck outta here","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.36] Yeah\n[00:03.11] Started in the kitchen\n[00:05.95] Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n[00:10.45] Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n[00:14.33] They asked me where I get my soul from\n[00:17.28] Let's go, yeah\n[00:22.24] Jackson Five shit\n[00:25.09] This is it (yeah)\n[00:25.72] Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n[00:28.54] Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n[00:32.08] I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n[00:35.05] African gold dentals, iced out medals\n[00:37.33] I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n[00:40.24] I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n[00:43.18] I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n[00:45.95] Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n[00:49.05] I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n[00:52.17] It's a world premiere, 'mere\n[00:53.52] I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n[00:56.71] Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n[00:58.01] My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n[01:01.14] Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n[01:04.16] Over large cake\n[01:06.02] You know it's on, checkmate\n[01:09.02] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[01:11.93] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[01:15.22] Just a kid with a no face\n[01:17.37] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[01:20.52] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[01:23.63] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[01:27.13] Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n[01:29.88] I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n[01:33.25] And nobody was askin' her\n[01:34.79] Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n[01:39.34] Welfare, got all the bread\n[01:42.19] I'm sad, I need some head\n[01:45.07] I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n[01:48.28] 'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n[01:50.88] I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n[01:53.70] She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n[01:56.73] She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n[01:59.57] I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n[02:02.46] Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n[02:05.36] She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n[02:08.21] I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n[02:11.15] I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n[02:14.32] Over large cake\n[02:15.87] You know it's on, checkmate\n[02:18.71] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[02:21.85] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[02:25.28] Just a kid with a no face\n[02:27.33] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[02:30.19] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[02:33.46] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n[02:36.86] I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n[02:40.01] Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n[02:42.98] Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n[02:45.67] I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n[02:48.59] VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n[02:51.31] My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n[02:54.20] My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n[02:57.02] It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n[03:00.09] We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n[03:03.86] Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n[03:06.12] Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n[03:09.03] Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n[03:12.75] Over large cake\n[03:14.30] You know it's on, checkmate\n[03:17.31] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[03:20.24] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[03:23.40] Just a kid with a no face\n[03:25.94] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[03:28.72] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[03:31.77] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[03:35.91] Yeah (n-n-no face)\n[03:37.33] I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n[03:40.92] Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n[03:43.23] Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n[03:47.01] Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n[03:51.14] We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n[03:54.88] Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n[04:00.10] Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n[04:02.38] 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n[04:07.78] Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:11.55] Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:17.24] (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n[04:20.29] Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n[04:23.94] Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n[04:26.11] He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n[04:28.89] R.I.P. 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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 273550\n- text: Fuck outta here\n  start_ms: 273550\n  end_ms: 275020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275020\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Started in the kitchen\n  Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  They asked me where I get my soul from\n  Let's go, yeah\n  Jackson Five shit\n  This is it (yeah)\n  Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\n  Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\n  It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n  Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n  I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n  And nobody was askin' her\n  Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n  Welfare, got all the bread\n  I'm sad, I need some head\n  I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n  'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\n  I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n  She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n  She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n  I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n  Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n  She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n  I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n  I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\n  I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n  Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n  Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n  I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\n  VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n  My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n  My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n  It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\n  We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n  Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n  Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n  Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Yeah (n-n-no face)\n  I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n  Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n  Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n  Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n  We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n  Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\n  Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n  40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n  Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n  Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n  Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n  He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  R.I.P. 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Dirty was here (no face)\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 266110\n- text: He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  start_ms: 266110\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: R.I.P. 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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\nFuck outta here","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] Yeah\n[00:03.16] Started in the kitchen\n[00:05.95] Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n[00:10.45] Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n[00:14.30] They asked me where I get my soul from\n[00:17.26] Let's go, yeah\n[00:22.20] Jackson Five shit\n[00:25.09] This is it (yeah)\n[00:25.76] Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n[00:28.58] Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n[00:32.07] I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n[00:35.02] African gold dentals, iced out medals\n[00:37.32] I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n[00:40.27] I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n[00:43.16] I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n[00:45.94] Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n[00:49.06] I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n[00:52.11] It's a world premiere, 'mere\n[00:53.56] I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n[00:56.78] Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n[00:58.06] My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n[01:01.15] Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n[01:04.13] Over large cake\n[01:06.04] You know it's on, checkmate\n[01:09.01] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[01:11.98] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[01:15.24] Just a kid with a no face\n[01:17.39] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[01:20.53] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[01:23.68] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[01:27.11] Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n[01:29.86] I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n[01:33.25] And nobody was askin' her\n[01:34.76] Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n[01:39.32] Welfare, got all the bread\n[01:42.15] I'm sad, I need some head\n[01:45.03] I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n[01:48.22] 'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n[01:50.84] I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n[01:53.70] She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n[01:56.70] She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n[01:59.51] I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n[02:02.42] Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n[02:05.33] She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n[02:08.29] I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n[02:11.18] I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n[02:14.38] Over large cake\n[02:15.85] You know it's on, checkmate\n[02:18.61] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[02:21.83] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[02:25.24] Just a kid with a no face\n[02:27.36] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[02:30.19] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[02:33.48] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n[02:36.80] I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n[02:40.09] Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n[02:42.96] Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n[02:45.64] I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n[02:48.59] VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n[02:51.39] My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n[02:54.23] My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n[02:57.00] It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n[03:00.06] We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n[03:03.89] Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n[03:06.17] Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n[03:09.09] Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n[03:12.74] Over large cake\n[03:14.30] You know it's on, checkmate\n[03:17.31] You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n[03:20.29] Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n[03:23.41] Just a kid with a no face\n[03:25.92] That can take form just like a snowflake\n[03:28.70] No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n[03:31.73] Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n[03:35.95] Yeah (n-n-no face)\n[03:37.30] I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n[03:40.92] Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n[03:43.22] Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n[03:47.05] Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n[03:51.12] We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n[03:54.86] Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n[04:00.10] Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n[04:02.39] 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n[04:07.75] Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:11.58] Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n[04:17.29] (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n[04:20.25] Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n[04:23.94] Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n[04:26.24] He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n[04:28.84] R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n[04:31.40] \n[04:33.54] Fuck outta here\n[04:33.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Face (with Kanye West)\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Set the Tone (Guns & Roses)\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 3160\n- text: Started in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 3160\n  end_ms: 5950\n- text: Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  start_ms: 5950\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: They asked me where I get my soul from\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Let's go, yeah\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 22200\n- text: Jackson Five shit\n  start_ms: 22200\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: This is it (yeah)\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 25760\n- text: Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n  start_ms: 25760\n  end_ms: 28580\n- text: Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  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(f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  Fuck outta here\n"},{"id":34586012,"name":"No Face ft. Kanye West","trackName":"No Face ft. 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money, we can't explain it\n  start_ms: 189060\n  end_ms: 192750\n- text: Over large cake\n  start_ms: 192750\n  end_ms: 194330\n- text: You know it's on, checkmate\n  start_ms: 194330\n  end_ms: 197350\n- text: You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  start_ms: 197350\n  end_ms: 200240\n- text: Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  start_ms: 200240\n  end_ms: 203400\n- text: Just a kid with a no face\n  start_ms: 203400\n  end_ms: 205960\n- text: That can take form just like a snowflake\n  start_ms: 205960\n  end_ms: 208770\n- text: No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  start_ms: 208770\n  end_ms: 211710\n- text: Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n  start_ms: 211710\n  end_ms: 215980\n- text: Yeah (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 215980\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 220910\n- text: Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 220910\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 227010\n- text: Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 227010\n  end_ms: 231170\n- text: We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n  start_ms: 231170\n  end_ms: 234890\n- text: Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 234890\n  end_ms: 240190\n- text: Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n  start_ms: 240190\n  end_ms: 242390\n- text: 40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n  start_ms: 242390\n  end_ms: 247720\n- text: Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  start_ms: 247720\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 257280\n- text: (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n  start_ms: 257280\n  end_ms: 260250\n- text: Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n  start_ms: 260250\n  end_ms: 263940\n- text: Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 271450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 271450\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Fuck outta here\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 273800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 273800\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Started in the kitchen\n  Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit\n  Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right\n  They asked me where I get my soul from\n  Let's go, yeah\n  Jackson Five shit\n  This is it (yeah)\n  Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah\n\n  Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do\n  I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too\n  African gold dentals, iced out medals\n  I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos\n  I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo\n  I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles\n  Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless\n  I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit\n\n  It's a world premiere, 'mere\n  I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here\n  Holdin' bricks, where, where?\n  My man got 85 to life and that's years, years\n  Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Me and Ghost in a ski mask\n  I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass\n  And nobody was askin' her\n  Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a\n  Welfare, got all the bread\n  I'm sad, I need some head\n  I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it\n  'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses\n\n  I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate\n  She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates\n  She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean\n  I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean\n  Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay\n  She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay\n  I take it too far, I take it way-way-way\n  I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)\n\n  I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines\n  Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time\n  Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back\n  I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack\n\n  VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch\n  My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact\n  My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came\n  It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas\n\n  We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers\n  Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters\n  Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage\n  Our language, too much money, we can't explain it\n\n  Over large cake\n  You know it's on, checkmate\n  You can get spun, just like a mixtape\n  Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin\n  Just a kid with a no face\n  That can take form just like a snowflake\n  No reusable hammers, they all throwaways\n  Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and\n\n  Yeah (n-n-no face)\n  I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)\n  Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)\n  Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)\n  Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)\n  We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)\n  Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)\n\n  Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)\n  40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)\n  Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)\n  (No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me\n  Call me or somethin', nigga, one\n  Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)\n  He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)\n  R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)\n  Fuck outta here\n"}]